Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
This time it's for the my nigga
Brooklyn up

There's never a nigga this good for this long
This
Or pop is hot
Or this
With so many flows
This ones for this
The one I'll switch up
This one get bit up
These
To lazy to up shit
They
They don't pictures
They trace me
You what
Soon forget who they plucked
They whole from
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big verse I'm biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own is foolish
So the and things you sing about
em out
It's hard to when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
more can I tell you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody truer H-O-V
And I'm for more
New York's
Prime Minister back to finish my up

What more can I
more can I do?
I give all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You already know what I'm
Flying birds south
Moving wet off the
Purple in the drought
Stunting on
off my shirt
But ain't on my clothes
Except my
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I make
Benz for
Friends roll
Private jets to Turks and Caheos
Chrys loads
I give a shit
Nigga one life to I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
to death
Head to toe the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm plus
Give me a crisp pair of nigga button ups
S on my feet
Make a complete
What more can I say Guru play the

We gonna let ride into the hook
I'ma snap my fingers on one
more can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you ass is willie
When got you in a mag
For like a billi
And ass ain't Lilly

That that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your is silly
It's
I mean to boast
But if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act I ain't on they ads
The Martha
That's far from
Far from a student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not with it
In fact I'm previewing it
This the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie girls false accusing it
Back to the
The Maybach roof is
got a problem Houston
up be
They shut up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
ride
God me for my brash delivery
But I remember
What streets did to me
So me
Letting clowns nit pick at me
me like a pickiny
I will
Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her forgive me
Then squeeze your forehead
I'm not the one to score off
In
I got a joint to your points off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I never scared
I'm
You never there
Nigga why I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to come around here
nobody
Look what I
The soul of a hustler I ran the street
I mine
marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a bunch of times
Or make up in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta
But the real shit you get when you bust down my
Add that to the fact I plat a bunch of times
Times that by my
On pop
I supposed to be number one on everybody's
We'll see what happens I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)